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As much as I hated the Reaping, I couldn't help but notice that the other 17-year-olds in the section were pathetic. Masks of terror, anxiety, and tension on almost all of them. Actually, almost everyone in the square, heh. I gave my loud laugh which everyone always snapped at me, saying it was obnoxious. Like I gave a damn.

Anyway, I close my eyes half way as the Selector, Midya Bruun, sinks her pale, pink pudgy hands into the two balls at once. "Pfftt.." I snickered to myself at the thought. I cross my arms as she looked at the folded piece of paper in her right hand where the Girl names were, muttering, "Hurry up already, dumb bitch. I wanna get back to choppin'."

"Katya Traivv!"

Traivv? Trah-eev? I frowned and made a face at the strange last name. Some girl with slightly wavy, caramelish hair comes walking up from the 14-year-old section like she's all that. She waved to the crowd, smirking. "Ugh.." I swung my head up, staring into the sky. I closed my eyes and hitched my shoulders back. Wonder what it's like.. Walkin' up to your really possible doom and feel like you're some celebrity. Maybe she didn't like it at all. Maybe she was just hidin' it. But it woulda made more sense if she was a Career. I frown. It got too quiet. I looked around, and the guys were staring at me. "Don't tell me.." I groan softly. A friend of mine pushes me forward slightly. I make a low, growling noise and a take deep breath before straightening up and lifting my head with a smirk of my own. I walk past Midya, flashing District 7 and the Capitol cameras a cold look that meant, I'll win this wood chucking hell hole some damn pride.

I took my place next to Katya, standing stiffly next to her. She met my eyes at the same time I met hers', and she gave me a brisk nod. I don't really know her, aside from the time she proved she was frighteningly accurate with a sharp weapon when throwing. Heh, she won't be a problem for me. I smirked to myself. Then Midya said something about us having an hour left for farewell. I sigh and stretch my neck, as she makes her way down the stage with the Dickkeepers at her side.

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All I did was bump fists with my little brother who was grinning like crazy and wished me luck, let Mom kiss me a few times, then listen to Dad on how I need to be a killing machine out there so I can have an ass to drag home. Skipping all the hugging and shit, I put my hat on and jumped up the train before throwing myself roughly into a seat, resting my feet on the seat across. I hear a little gasp and sit up to look behind me. I narrow my eyes. "I scare ya' babe?" I winked and turn back around.

"Eugh. What are you, 18 or something?" She asks in obvious disgust. I make a face of my own, and turned to stare at her. "I saw better forest animals than you! Dead ones." I turned back around and rolled my eyes.

"Tch." She was obviously scowling. "I don't get why we have to get picked for this bullshit anyway. We'll get killed off by the Careers at the Cornucopia.."

I chuckled. She really doesn't seem to know how to think on those things. "If ya' don't think you're gonna survive, just run away from the Golden Glory Horn of Death. Simple. But I'm gonna fight. I'll be unstoppable if I find an axe.." I smirked, and went silent.

"Last damn thing on my mind! Then I'd have no supplies.." She paused, and I looked at her again. She was smiling. "But there's always the sponsors."

"That you gotta win over." I added. She shrugged. "That'll be pretty easy. Repeat the thing Everdeen did with their pig." She giggled and I rolled my eyes again. "There's a force field now, remember dumbass?" She frowned at me. "I'll win them over anyhow. " She looked at me directly. "What's your skill?"

I snorted. "Well, either no supplies or die. Try coming to the Cornucopia when the Bloodbath dies down." I shrugged. "I 'm good with an axe. You?" Though I already knew what hers' was. She grinned. "On my offtime, I draw targets on trees and practice throwing knives or some other weapon made for the sort at them." Her face radiated in pride. "I'm also pretty good at climbing . They say I climb like a squirrel." This, I smirk at. "Well you remind me a damn lot of of one." I laughed, and she rolled her eyes and made a face.

Squirrels are hopeless once caught by the tail.. And from the looks of it she'd be taken down in less than a second if she got forced into close combat. "Well, if I were you I'd scamper off into any forested area after grabbing a few things while everyone's seeking everyone's blood." I gave that obnoxious chuckle.

"Thanks a damn lot for the support." She scoffed. "Anyway, the only thing I'll be seekin' out is a knife. A sharp good one, maybe even a pack or two of throwing ones if I'm lucky. I'll be long gone then; food will have to wait once I seperate myself from the others.." She looked out the window, before adding, "And I wonder what arena they're gonna use this year.

"I shrugged and looked at the window across me. "Who knows. I'm not looking forward to getting practically molested by my prep team. And anyway, try to stay hidden close to the Cornucopia in a spot nobody can see you. And when the Bloodbath dies down, snatch up a few things including food and run far, far away." I make gestures with my hand and nod to myself. She sighed and slumped against her seat. "I'll see. But we ought to look forward to the pampering for a week before worrying about getting our skulls cracked open."

I turn back to my own seat. Right. No need to worry about your life just yet. Actually, fuck that. I'm coming back anyway. I know it. I breathe out and close my eyes, leaning against my window. In a matter of time, I find myself slowly dozing off..

A/N: Thank you everyone who submitted characters. :) I appreciate it. And I need a boy for District 1 before I can write the next chapter, so keep on submitting!